Peter Pan Three: All Children Grow Up…Except One
Disclaimer: All of the content in this story that has anything to do with the previous Peter Pan movies/books does not belong to me. (This disclaimer goes for all of my chapters.)
Chapter 4: Peter Pan
Terri didn't know what to say. Camille didn't seem to be waiting for an answer, however. She was still staring determinedly out the window.
'Maybe she's delirious,' Terri thought. She raised her hand and enthusiastically waved it in front of Camille's face. Camille blinked once and kept staring out the window.
'Or maybe she's ill,' Terri told herself, 'Should I go and get the nurse? Or bring her to the infirmary?' As Terri was trying to decide what to do, Camille stirred beside her.
Terri looked up at Camille's face. It had changed. Camille was no longer staring absentmindedly out the window. Her eyes were alight and sparkling, and she was smiling a smile that said, quite plainly, that she was ecstatic about what she now saw in the window.
As Terri looked round, she smelled the delicious smell of the forest and sea water mixed together. She looked up and her eyes met the soft, yet piercing eyes of the boy in the window. He held her gaze for a minute, and Terri felt paralyzed by his stare. Then he looked at Camille.
"Squirt, did you wait up for me again?"
Camille smiled and hopped off the bed. So did Terri. Camille sprinted to the window and hugged the boy round the middle. "I missed you," Camille said, her voice muffled.
"Me too, Squirt," he said. Then, he looked up, "Who's your friend?"
Terri jumped. Then, working up all of her courage she said, "Are you Peter Pan? For real?"
He laughed. "Yes. Who are you?"
"That's Terri!" Camille told him excitedly. "She's new here."
Peter locked his eyes on Terri's. It felt like her eyes were a window to her soul that he was looking through.
"Squirt," he said, although he was still looking at Terri, "tonight's the night."
Camille gasped. "Really?" she whispered, obviously shocked and excited.
"Yes," Peter replied. He shifted his magical gaze over to Camille.
Camille's face broke into a grin so wide it almost reached her ears. "I can go with you this time? No joke?"
"No joke. You can come…you," he looked at Terri again, "and Terri."
Camille gave a little squeal as he pulled a small brown pouch off of his leafy clothes. Peter dumped some sparkling dust out into his hand. Terri thought she knew what it was. Terri hoped more than she had hoped anything before that she was right.
Peter Pan seemed to read her mind. "Fairy Dust," he said, as he blew some from his hand into Camille's face. She sneezed and laughed.
He turned to Terri and blew some Fairy Dust in her face too. But Terri spun on her heel and looked around at the only place she had ever felt at home. There was a little part of Terri that didn't want to leave.
"Come with me Terri," Peter whispered in her ear. "Come with me…to Neverland!"
That tiny part of Terri that didn't want to leave changed its mind immediately when Peter put his hand in hers. All of Terri fear and doubts seemed to evaporate the moment his hand touched hers.
Peter looked into Terri's eyes once more, then the three of them flew out the window into the night.
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